LOGINAs for Ethan, the man who had once thrown five years of my life into chaos, no one saw him again.Some said he had taken the 500 thousand and hidden away in a remote town to seek treatment. Others claimed he couldn't withstand the overwhelming online backlash and had disappeared entirely.Regardless, none of it had anything to do with me anymore.…Half a year later, the women's entrepreneurship project I spearheaded was officially launched at the old farmers' market.More and more women, full of dreams but lacking resources, came here to receive low-interest loans and learn professional skills. Small shops began to spring up one after another, and the entire street filled with the warmth and bustle of everyday life.I wore a simple hoodie as I strolled through the site for inspection.One of the older women who used to run a stall alongside me grabbed my hand, praising me endlessly, saying I had made all of us women proud. I smiled and chatted with her before turning to see the
I didn't reply. Instead, I blocked the number without a second thought.A week later, my assistant stormed into my office. She was absolutely frothing at the mouth as she slammed a tablet onto my desk. "Ms. Spencer, look at this! That bastard's gone completely insane online!"On the screen, an account named "The Devoted Ex-Husband Abandoned by an Heiress" had posted a thousand-word-long, tearful accusation.Ethan painted himself as a loyal husband who had been used and discarded by a successful capitalist. He turned me into a cold-hearted woman who climbed higher and then turned her back on him by sending her own lover to prison.He recounted our past at the farmers' market with dramatic sorrow, every word hinting that I had destroyed him just to latch onto my wealthy biological father.Content farms smelled the traffic instantly and reposted it like crazy, each headline more sensational than the last.'The Truth Behind the Imprisoned CEO: A Real-Life Betrayal Story''Spencer He
Early the next morning, I appeared at the entrance of Spencer Holdings' headquarters.One luxury car after another pulled up in front of me. Well-dressed men and women stepped out in orderly succession, only to pause the moment they saw me, their expressions turning complicated.My father personally led the entire executive team, lined up at the entrance as if welcoming a head of state."Welcome home, Ms. Spencer!"The unified shout rang through the air, drawing curious glances from passersby.My father strode forward, pride shining in his eyes as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and introduced me to everyone. "This is my daughter, Nicole. She will serve as Vice President of Spencer Holdings."The shareholders exchanged looks inside the vast conference room. There was curiosity, scrutiny, and more than anything, undisguised doubt. To be fair to them, I was an unknown young woman in her 20s who had come out of nowhere. They were right to have doubts about my capabilities an
I stayed in the presidential suite my father had arranged for me for the next two weeks. I spent my days in a simple routine of signing off on the asset transfer documents my lawyer sent over one after another.Ethan's company stock had plummeted by 85%. The shareholders turned on him as a group, forcing him off the board and casting him aside like yesterday's trash. At the same time, a joint investigation team from the IRS, the SEC, and the police officially moved into the company. What awaited him was up to 15 years behind bars.Now that he had nowhere left to go, he finally snapped. He began bombarding me with calls and messages.In the beginning, he tearfully begged me to take him back. He would reminisce about the days when we struggled together, barely getting by. He said he knew he was wrong and pleaded with me to spare him, for the sake of the five years we had shared.When I didn't respond, he shifted to threats. He said I had pushed him to the brink and that he wouldn't
My lawyer called me back three days later. There was a hint of barely contained excitement in his voice as he said, "Ms. Spencer, we found it, and it's even better than we expected."I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were calm, almost eerily so. In fact, the coldness in them was frigid enough that even hell itself would freeze over. Daisy's ALS had been nothing but a complete fabrication from the start.…In the hospital's VIP ward, Daisy lay weakly on the bed while Mabel sat beside her, peeling an apple and cursing me under her breath without pause. I entered with my father and a line of black-clad bodyguards behind me, kicking the door open without hesitation."N-Nicole? You little—"She didn't get to finish. One look from the bodyguard behind my father shut her up instantly."Daisy, drop the act. The show's over."I pulled over a chair and sat down leisurely, tossing a document onto her lap. The bold words DNA Paternity Test Report were printed clearly acr
The entire cathedral fell silent in an instant.Ethan's legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed to his knees, his lips trembling. He was so terrified that he was unable to utter a single word.Meanwhile, I stood beside my father with his suit jacket draped over my shoulders. The jacket was embroidered faintly with gold thread, glinting menacingly under the lights as I coldly looked down at the man I had once given everything to. Now, he looked like nothing more than a spineless heap of filth."She's my long-lost daughter. Who do you think you trash are to bully her like this?" Dominic's icy voice echoed through the cathedral. He took a document from one of his bodyguards and flung it straight at Ethan's face without even glancing at it. "Open your eyes and take a good look. This is proof that she's a Spencer."The DNA report landed lightly in front of Ethan, but it weighed on him like a mountain.The crowd erupted. The wealthy women who had been mocking me just moments ago, st







